“There’s hope but not for us”, said Kafka. I don’t know why I think about this when I think about Robert Altman (in fact, I exactly know why…).
Cut prices time, I just bought an American big book about Altman (the director or M.A.S.H.) :
I remember being amazed by the choral qualities of the splendid Nashville or the toxic Short Cuts (weaved from R. Carver’s short stories), being bored (but couldn’t stop watching) with The Long Goodbye, the modernity of Three Girls, the sound of McCabe (and the snow), laughing with MASH, the cruelty of The Player or Prêt-à-Porter.
I also remember that I ALWAYS loved reading about him and his work. You can not label him. He explores.
Googling “Best Robert Altman movies” leads to good pages. Article or comments give elements :
- Let’s face it. You either “get” Altman or you don’t.
- Pretentious asshole who’s work was so far removed from the wrapping of “genius” that his siciphants and fans labelled.
- It’s hard to rate Altman’s films because you need such different criteria for each of his films to be fair.
- Paul Thomas Anderson has frequently testified to Altman’s influence on his work.
Yes, there’s a hopelessness in Altman, and Nashville is an American one…
Well also I watched Burden of Dreams, about Werner Herzog‘s movie Fitzcarraldo. I was amazed by the will of this man (on the left photo). His gaze. His German strength. A crazy will, a gorgeous, beautiful willpower.
Thus I’m downloading all his best documentaries. Here are some on IMDB :
(I won’t go in the jungle, but I’m interested in this guy’s obsession – astronomer/astronaut, remember?)
Exploration of explorers’ works. This will be an interesting summer…
Have a nice day!
There’s ALWAYS hope
it’ll never end
when it’s worth it, right?
It’s all about willpower.